By the Rail Side
Jim hares out of his cottage
into the busy streets.
He has bags clung to his back
and his arms.
In a beautiful yellowish cardigan,
he is clad in
and a rocky pair of boots to fit.
"Where is Jim headed?",
asked Mrs Bishopton.
"He is up to catch a train to Yorkshire",
replied Mr. Wellington.
There at the rail station, Jim sits.
Seated also by the rail side are many others,
waiting impatiently to be conveyed to Yorkshire.
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